Head east, past the cruise ships, tourist traps, and taxis, past the miles of coastline, muddied by the winds of the last fortnight. Small bays open unexpectedly around corners glimmering blue through vignettes of seagrape groves, crowned by black and white reefs. Spindrift mists the windscreen, blurring details. The horizon seems impossibly far off.
I’m glad that there were some pretty big changes in my life in 2011, but I’m also glad that some things stayed the same… like the Flatswalker blog still being awesome.
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